I Love My Pets

Since I live on a farm, I have a lot of pretty cool animals. When we first moved out to the farm, we had 

no animals. Two years later, we got chickens. My brother Parker was nominated Chicken Daddy, and 

 takes care of the chickens. 

Next came along our beloved Puff Ball. She is a little grey and white cat that we named Sophie when we first got her, bus is now, Schnitzel, Puff Ball, Potato, Chunky Monkey, Le Snitch, Hologram, Mrs. Claws, Pooh, Pooh-tat, Poof Ball, Big Mamma, or  Weenscr.

Here she is!

This is Ping!  He came from Tractor Supply, as a little week old duckling. My mom and little brother came home one day with a little box of chickens and- wait. Two of the chickens have bills, and are three times bigger than the rest. Can it be?! A DUCK!!! Me that one of them was for me. I made a noise that somewhat resembled, a squeak\ yell , scooped the duckling up out of his box, put a diaper on him, and named him Ping.

When I say I want a dog, this is what I think of. A fluffy, big, puffy, dog. 

A cute, active, let's go on a walk, dog. NOT-

.

This. This pathetic excuse for a dog, is Duke. 

He is my dog. No, he will not play with me. No, he will not fetch the stick. No, he will not sit, stay, jump, role over, play dead, etc. But he will sleep all day and night only moving to go outside every two hours. As my brother Parker says, "He has a PHD in sleeping."

These are two of my cows, Gwen and Rosie. Gwen is bigger now, but I couldn't find any recent pictures of her. Gwen Is the black one, and her mom, Rosie is the blond and white  one. Wright now, we have six cows, for at our house, and two stating at a friends farm.

You can go back to your nap now, Rosie.

Love,
Shelby